A Poem

Posted by: Locutus on January 21, 1998 at 14:55:31
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slide trombone.

with supple, sliding sound of freedom found
with growling tones and rolling, rich resounds
i hear the song, the pitch of life's exuberence
bend round the triple tubing, out its mouth

and swallowed into air, turbulent tepid brew
now quickened by these excitations
which to our logarithmic ears do
not in their true liquidity appear

but do tell something of their flow
a pale shadow, but a weaving waving whip!
of whispers or of shouts and plaintif
cries to life and love or maybe just tequila

and the sound flows on, never mind objections
or musings, musty (Misty?) late or later
you can't resist it, twisting with joy.
everything flows.